BEFORE THINGS TURN STALE
It felt a dream while it lasted,
our time-warped days,
when the world passed by-
pastel colours, the patina
of many shades
over a safe place and our own.
I took advantage
of those days and used
them like champagne,
overflowing with it, without
regrets or regards for later,
but wide-eyed, dewy-eyed,
with love caught in the thrall.
It was good while it lasted.
We used the last day,
went up to the mountains,
exhilarated, followed cloud flocks
clipping our expectations,
until the sun bore through in rays
and my eyes leaped far ahead beyond the mist.
We flew home to the old world,
still buzzing and giddy from joy.
“I’m back” I said to the place
where hope is coiled up
like a snake asleep in a basket,
I started to empty all the bins
as the loved-up clears out
before things turn stale.
A really nice piece, Yutka. I love the idea of being able to ‘use the last day’ in such a way. Not everyone would be able to. But it is another turn of phrase in your work which I will admire.
thank you so much for your nice words
The last line in the third stanza; it wrapped it up for me; and of course hope like a coiled up snake; I find your imagery and language always memorable.